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1. |
Drone
05:06
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Verse 1:
Usually time is on my side
and working for my good.
When pain comes along I call out her name
to sing at double the norm.
As I quiet my soul to hear her sing on
my heart takes over the beat.
Look down to find that this is the day
her hands fell from her face.
Verse 2:
Am I alive? Is this a dream?
Or have I wound up in hell?
I normally bicker and moan at the sound
of her constant nagging drone.
But I desperately long to hear her sing
that same old beat down tune.
At least it’d remind me that I’m still alive
and offer a glimpse of hope.
Verse 3:
She’s a reminder of better times
and better time to be had.
As long as she sings I know the pain
will slowly be drifting away.
She offers me comfort and peace of mind
as she whispers subtly to me.
The song I once loathed she continues to sing
and it’s never sounded so sweet.
I normally bicker and moan at the sound
of her constant nagging drone
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2. |
Four Panes
05:02
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Verse 1:
A sea of mellow dandelions; a man and his boys
would play outside every spring.
They sprung up every year oh what a sight to see.
Those boys they were becoming men.
Oh ooo oh what a beautiful family
I’ve seen throughout all the years.
The springtime brings the best memories
for me, but it’s time for me to leave.
Verse 2:
The mother would cast down her sails out on the line
where the wind would blow and stir every summer.
It was an annual affair for the white linen sails
to appear and finally see the breeze.
Oh ooo oh what a beautiful family
I’ve seen throughout all the years.
The summer brings the best memories
for me, but it’s time for me to leave.
Verse 3:
The tales from the day give laughs for the night
while the family comes in every fall.
The change in the air; the change in the leaves
reminds me of the change I’ve seen.
Oh ooo oh what a beautiful family
I’ve seen throughout all the years.
The autumn brings the best memories
for me, but it’s time for me to leave.
Verse 4:
Close the door and down the blinds for none to hear or see
the heart of a man; his anger and greed.
The shouts of he; the cries of her; continual arguing;
the lack of sleep; The lack of love.
Oh ooo oh all the truth coming out behind
the scenes. The blinds they don’t blind what I
perceive. There aren’t many good memories
at least not for me.
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3. |
Habit
02:55
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Verse 1:
Coffee;
Caffeine;
Cigarettes;
Nicotine;
Chorus:
It’s all the same
in my brain.
I need more
again and again. (Repeat)
Verse 2:
Tried to kick the habit
not to kick the bucket,
but I said fuck it
just out of habit.
Chorus x3
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4. |
War in the Sky
03:15
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Verse 1:
A clear night for a war in the sky;
Lying in wait for shots to fly.
Magazines of stars in every gun;
a civil war that’ll never be won.
A civil war that’ll never be won.
Verse 2:
The land below provides a soundtrack
to the film above in white and black.
Rustling of trees; breaking of waves
are the limbs of men who fought and gave.
Are the limbs of men who fought and gave.
Verse 3:
The clouds form from the bonfire wood,
and the fog looms where men once stood.
The outer space and the countryside
seem to be one; a seam that’s been tied.
Seem to be one; a seam that’s been tied.
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5. |
Concrete
02:56
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Verse 1:
On the concrete spider webs
the metal bugs are all in a line.
Weaving tryin’ to get ahead.
Speeding just to get a fine;
you fall behind.
Verse 2:
Surrounded by concrete trees;
swarms of people creeping below.
Looking out over the sea.
Walking bunched up in-a-row;
look at ‘em go.
Verse 3:
With these hearts filled by concrete
we look like machines more and more.
Wandering up and down the street.
Wondering if we change the core;
then what’s in store.
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6. |
Like Me
06:43
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Verse 1:
Reflections tell simply what they see.
An x-ray machine reveals what’s beneath.
No submarine can out dive me,
cause I’m a man, and I’m deeper than I seem.
Verse 2:
The moon changes moods as if it’s alive.
It waxes and wanes night after night.
I describe my heart along the same lines.
Sometimes it’s dark; sometimes it shines.
Chorus 1:
I like to hide
and you know I try
to cover up
the monster inside.
Let’s be real
I’m a corpse in disguise.
I need something to give
to give me life,
life,
to give me life,
life.
Verse 3:
High up above sits a balloon.
From where I stand it’s tough to view.
A telescope can see right through
its fiery show. Oh how it swoons.
Verse 4:
Classes of clouds but clouds they remain.
They may look different but they’re made up the same.
The deeper I go beyond just a name.
I see the core and not just a frame.
Chorus
Verse 5:
Why am I surprised with the wrong that I see?
I expect it more from rapists and thieves.
Not so much from pastors and priests,
But then again they’re men just like me.
Chorus 2:
We like to hide
and they know we try
to cover up
the monster inside.
Let’s be real
we’re corpses in disguise.
We need something to give
to give us life;
to give us life.
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7. |
Foulest Fleet
04:19
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Verse 1:
My heart harbors many boats
most unable to sail.
Rotted, foul, cold, and unclean;
they cast an anchor there.
Verse 2:
One called pride another doubt;
the oldest two of all.
My whole life I’ve worked on these
with no change to share.
Verse 3:
Could I convince just one man
to trade used for new?
Who would want the foulest fleet?
A burden none could bear.
Verse 4:
A stranger who was clothed in white
came to make a deal.
For me it was the sweetest news;
for him it was unfair.
Verse 5:
With joy the Captain took my fleet
and gave his to me.
He also gave his uniform
for me to ever wear
Verse 6:
He told his friend to help me home
to guide and reassure
that the boats I had are no more;
sail free without a snare.
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8. |
1x1
03:22
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Verse 1:
The piano tuner takes his time
as he tinkers with his tools.
The time it takes is long for most;
they take him for a fool.
Verse 2:
This be his trade for thirty years;
many homes he has been to.
Although he could retire soon
there still is work to do.
Verse 3:
This tedious task he does alone
with no one by his side,
except for me as I watch
this fool tune with pride.
Verse 4:
I think it be a miracle
the restoring he has done,
and not just now but all his time
restoring one-by-one.
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9. |
For a Place
03:45
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Verse 1:
I have lived in this state for all my life.
I have moved place to place from time to time.
Verse 2:
Here I am in this place to try again.
I might want to get out and make some friends.
Verse 3:
I need help with how I can spend time,
because I tend to stay inside the lines.
Verse 4:
I have longed for a place where I belong.
I have longed for a place I don’t belong.
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10. |
Not Yet
03:42
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Verse 1:
I long for the day
when the day is so long
that the night hides his face
and gives way to the dawn.
When all that was made
is the way it’s made to be.
All tears wiped away
and cries become sings.
Chorus:
Worthy is the lamb who was slain.
Glory and honor to my Lord and King.
Holy, holy, holy is he.
I belong to him and he belongs to me.
Verse 2:
No more will I
be divorced from myself
and no one will be
divorced from anyone else.
My heart and mind will dance;
forever they will bring
the songs they had written,
but were never able to sing.
Chorus
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Ray Wyatt Indianapolis, Indiana
Ray Wyatt is a singer-songwriter from a small town in Indiana, but now he resides in the Fountain Square Neighborhood of Indianapolis, IN. He has a timeless style of writing where he crafts poetic lyrics on top of simple yet beautiful melodies sung by his smooth voice. There is also a depth to his music that can be uncommon these days. His range is quite impressive too. ... more
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